As they waited, their minds wandered in reflection. They each had their own reasons for summoning The Demon. Herbert had a lot of debts borne out of a very bad habit of overspending on Han-dynasty-era gerbil statues. With the muscle men of the wealthiest antique dealers out for his blood, the demon would prove to be a very useful ally. Ingrid wanted more luck with her streetwalkings, and believed the demon could help her in her pursuit of men, and more importantly, money. Damien, the leader, wanted the demon to fuse with his soul so he could make the scrabble team in school.
A wisp of smoke curled up from the bowling ball. Three sets of eyes watched intently.
There was a spark. The wisp of smoke turned green, and grew in volume. It hissed and cackled, the sound of unknown and unspeakable horrors.
The rubber ducky exploded with a loud, indignant ‘Quack!’
Ingrid gave out a gasp. The green wisp of smoke was now as tall as a man. Three sets of eyes watched intently. The bodies that they were attached to could not move.
There was a smell like very bad cheese. “That was me,” said Herbert sheepishly. “Sorry.”
Damien shushed him. “Look, He arrives,” the leader said.
The black bowling ball rose into the air. From under it, a seemingly unending mass of dark flesh grew. The mass curled and lapped, forming torso and limbs. The ball contorted, and from the plastic abyss happened a face, twisted with hate and evil.
The end result was a horrendous, grotesque demon. Its face was misshaped, and its body was spindly, as such:
Damien stepped forward first. “Salutations, O Great Demon,” he greeted. “We are descendants of The Old Ones and we seek your intervention in several… matters of the mortal world.”
The demon brought its head closer to Damien’s, peering into the boy’s angelic face. It then reared its head, and stood upright, silent.
After a few moments, it finally said, “I was born to make you happy.”
Damien smiled. Ingrid smiled. Herbert cleared his throat. The demon and his two peers stared at him. Herbert smiled.
Herbert spoke after that. "How long will you be with us in the mortal plane, O Demon?" he asked.
"Always be forever, you and me. That's the way our lives will be," the Demon snarled in response.
Ingrid felt it was her turn to speak. "O Demon you are so brilliant and evil," she began. Ingrid knew she had to exult in the Demon, the being far greater than her. She wracked her brain for a compliment to pay the Demon. "Cos after all, you're my wonderwall!"
Her partners-in-ritual gasped. The Demon howled, a great painful howl. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" it screamed in pain as harsh as the black of night. It went down onto its knees, clutching at its body.
"What did I say?" Ingrid asked in a mixture of panic and confusion.
Slowly, the Demon recovered and got back to its feet.
"I'm so sorry!" Ingrid apologised. "What is that I said? Brilliant?"
The Demon stared at her.
"Evil?"
The Demon gave a low growl.
"Cos?"
The demon's stare turned into a glare.
"After?"
"All?"
The demon took a step towards Ingrid. Herbert and Damien took a step away from the two.
"You're?"
The Demon took another step.
"My?"
The demon opened its mouth to say something, but Ingrid already said...
"Wonderwall?"
"AAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!" the Demon howled in pain.
"WONDERWALL? You get screwed up by WONDERWALL?" Ingrid asked indignantly, as the Demon howled on in its great pain. It groaned heavily, and rolled on the floor. "What kind of a demon are you?"
The Demon could not answer, such was its pain.
"So what, if I say 'Champagne Supernova' you'd-"
And with a final howl that made the night bleed, the Demon collapsed and died. It then fell apart, into a bowling ball and rubber ducky that smelt faintly of urine.
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